the_debt_of_time

"You look comfortable," an amused but tired voice came from the door where
James stood, smirking. He yawned and made his way back to the bed, shoving Sirius's legs
before retaking his place beside Mia, snuggling into her right side, using her shoulder as a
pillow.
She smiled and rested her cheek on the top of his messy head of hair and blinked
away the tears forming in her eyes.
In one hand she held Remus close to her, lacing her fingers through his. She wove
her other hand through Sirius's hair, comforting them both as he slept.
A painful realisation came to her: she could somehow make Sirius and Remus's lives
a little better by being there, but she had no hands left to grip tightly to James.
Nothing you do will change what is meant to be.
No matter how hard she tried, she would not be able to save her brother.